At the end of summer the Korean Community of Greater Cleveland takes over the Brecksville Metroparks for their annual picnic/raffle/volley ball tournament.  That meant we would be missing church and I would have the entire day to run around with my friends.  

We‘d arrive and claim a picnic table in the pavilion.  Mom would start unpacking the food while dad stood with the other board members, talking loudly in Korean and looking important in his khaki shorts, suspenders, and aviator sunglasses.

I found my friends and we decided to go on a hike.  We told our moms where we were going.  They shooed us off, interrupting their jokes and gossip to quickly say “Don’t get into trouble.”  

We started for the “path” behind the swing set and the sand box.  It was so steep that climbing down the path required holding onto the anything on the way down-tree roots, branches, plants.  I went to grab a smallish looking tree root and started to climb down when it snapped.  I fell, and in the process managed to do four quick backwards somersaults and escape without any serious injury.  I stood up and pretended I had meant to do that all along.